The King Is Dead, Rock Is Done.

Life Had Become A Reproduction: It Was Not The Real Thing.

Why Bear Malice? Just Let It Go. So What Of Pride? It Will Swallow You Whole.

The Battles, The Fights, The Bruises, The Bites. That's The Way True Love Grows.

On The Surface I'm A Mild Mannered Person, That's Until You Scratch The Animal Inside.

End Up Blowing All Of His Wages For The Week, All For A Cuddle And A Peck On The Cheek.